What makes life worth living? Summer nights, Foosball fights. Terrace vibes and olive oil nibble bites. Joints of joy, and brownie cakes, merge into giggling stomach aches. Fresh summer rolls filled with lettuce, noodles, fun dancing under the orange sun. Sleeping on the roof gazing at the moon, stars sparkling not too soon. What makes
What are you grateful for? An open ear an honest smile a big bear hug that lasts a while. All of a sudden, The voice of a friend It might be a stranger who offers their hand. Sunbeams kissing your face cheeks warm like desert sand. Chinese wisteria in the air Purple tulips, just as
Ink Prickly pain, oh so sweet. Buzzing needle, vibrating bone. Ink Under Your Skin. Substance in flesh. Ink Precious. Delicate. Black and White, Red Rose. Ink Under Your Skin. And Over mine.
Hui was his name A good old Chinese friend I was seven years old A slender blond haired girl A black cassette recorder next to the sink In the pink tiled bathroom of my grandmother And us chanting Moli Hua ya Moli Hua It was a day in 1997 In a small town, on a
